#verse in progress

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@kindofuneven cont. from here

Annie had smelled the humans before she'd seen them, but humans out and about wasn't an odd thing, especially considering they were at a cafe having a nice lunch. What was odd was the way they were looking at Scott, the thinly veiled anger on their faces. To her knowledge, Scott wasn't one to go around hurting people but in the back of her mind she remembered him mentioning 'hunters' and while she had no experience with them herself, she wasn't about to let them do anything to him.

To her, they weren't much of a threat. The chance of them knowing she was a vampire were slim to none and it was obvious they were her for Scott and not her. Her head tilts, taking in every tiny movement of the two men in front of them and the moment one of them reached out to grab onto Scott, she was in front of him, hand grabbing onto the man's wrist with a harsh squeeze—a quick twist, and the satisfying sound of his bones snapping—before she spoke.

"Don't touch him."

The man doesn't scream—hardly makes a sound other than a grunt of pain—and while she almost wished he had, she didn't want to draw more attention than they already were.

She could feel Scott's hand grabbing onto her free hand and she gives it a gentle squeeze—a dichotomy to her grasp on the hunter—as she listens to him talk them down, much gentler than she would have.

Letting go of the man, she watched him stumble briefly before they both left, eventually blending with the crowd and disappearing. "Ugh—"

Her eyes turn towards Scott, and she gives him a small shrug, her expression changing quickly to a small smile now that they were finally gone. "Ah—A ten. I don't—I don't do well when people threaten someone I care about. As you... just saw."

A sheepish look crosses her face as she watches him for any hint of unease. "I uh...Sorry, if it made you uncomfortable. I just figured they couldn't hurt me as much as they could've hurt you."

[deadmans-flush]

been doin some thonkin about fallout Nick- i’ll probably have different versions, for fun, because we’re all here to have fun. for now i’m doin some thinkin about a sorta kinda sole survivor Nicky boy.

He was still a mob doctor, but got drafted into the military-- started out as a sniper because of how accurate he was, may or may not have been transferred to healthcare personnel ala MASH ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. He got injured while treating guys in the field, so he got a medical discharge. 

Didn’t go into WITSEC-- the War kinda saved his ass in a way, haha. The Patriarca presence in Providence and Boston meant he was gonna get fucked sooner than later for trying to edge out of the Family.

His ex-wife lived a very far distance away, so she never even was there to try to make it to the Vault with him. His daughter was in his custody at the time. And obviously she wasn’t a baby like Shaun. She was still stole. But I might change up parts of that storyline, who knows.

Good with long distance guns-- prefers sniper rifles over most other things. Energy weapons are a little more iffy for him, but if he spends a little time with’em he can get kinda used to the difference. Really likes the laser musket, probably has one that’s souped up to the nth degree. Moderately good with pistols, too, and shotguns if he wants to get close and personal.

Decently strong-- kept up his physique after the military. Prefers bludgeoning weapons, gets a kick ass baseball bat he uses in a pinch from Diamond City, and is pretty fuckin’ good at unarmed combat. A boxer and a street fighter.

His SPECIAL stats are something like 6 strength, 9/10 perception, 6 endurance, 10 charisma, 5 intelligence, 5 agility, and 10 luck. They’re not exact, but you get the idea.

99% unsure of what’s going on 110% of the time

huffs mentat powder and washes it down with psycho ( more specifically, he was addicted to mentats and day tripper before the War, though he had mostly kicked the habit for his daughter’s sake. Psycho came later, and stuck hard. )

Barely even stopped for Codsworth, because he came out in a panic. Helped the Minutemen, had the extremely terrifying fight with the Deathclaw ( which majorly fucked him up, considering he’s barely, if ever, used Power Armor. At the very most, he’s only had basic training from, well, Basic in the military. ) Preston personally took it on himself to help this poor sob to Diamond City to find his daughter. They probably took some detours on the way.

at one point they stopped in goodneighbor. nick may or may not be a ghoul fucker. hancock wont tell. ended up, against his better judgment, helping Kent, becoming the Silver Shroud and fighting for JUSTICE. Managed to save Kent from Sinjin in the end, and kept wearing the new armor the guy made for him ‘cause it’s good and stylish it’s not cause he’s a dork and appreciates the gesture and thinks it’s neat no sir

not sure how he feels about synths, since he’s only heard a scarce few vague horror stories about them. Meeting Nick Valentine makes him more trusting and open to them in time.

more on the way as i think about it. might start a new game file and make nick lmao

would love to do a thread of this verse with @overindulges‘s soft boy. they can be addicted to mentats together.

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@kindofuneven cont. from here

Annie prided herself on her ability to notice the little things about people, but the sunflower was just a lucky guess on her part. Something about him just screamed sunshine and happiness—so a sunflower felt fitting.

"Just a guess." She gave him a bright smile, her cheeks flushing at the quick peck to her cheek in thanks. "Might be a pretty big crown but I can take you to where I found it."

It wasn't far, though a bit odd to find so many in one place—she tried not to overthink it—just happy to be able to do something nice. "There were tons more."

[meisterkirisaki]

Drafts: 0

I should make a FE3H verse for Sylvan. I’m not srue whether I’ll make him someone that will actually fight during the war phase part of the game, or if he’ll be mainly doing stuff like - cooking for everyone, since he’s canonically a baker.

[dckxn]

Within Howl's former demon hunting verse which was a berserk verse, he was basically created from a piece of a demon to hunt and destroy other demons after his creator's entire family was torn to pieces one day he was out.

Howl's hellhound verse was just that he was a hellhound - much stronger than the usual breed with two faces (rare!) and was pretty obedient until he turned on his owner whose physical abuse had gone too far. Since then, he's been on his own.

potential verse tag: daemoneater

a combination of these two verses would simply result in Howl being repurposed into a holy new creature not unlike a demon and reminiscent of his hellhound form in a way whom would then proceed in going after and devouring all the demons that have even gotten onto hell's badside as a sort of assassin. though, of course, quite a few of these demons would outclass Howl himself and so he was gifted with a superior form which is more powerful than that of his original form. with his leash permanently ripped from him, he can do as he pleases as long as the demons in question are disposed of, permanently within Howl's Void--dark, cold, and inescapable with the characteristics and weight of deepsea water constantly pulling down with great force. Physical form little more than a powerless, spectral form and power? It ceases to exist. merely a ghost within the Void, trapped for eternity.

it is rare that anyone ever reaches the bottom of the void and if it does happen, the moment it is touched by spectral form, the Murk simply latches hold and pulls it below it's thick, sludge-like depths, destroying that barely existing essence.

The tradeoff? he can also simply be considered an abomination with doglike characteristics that are even more present. you would ask: what sort of demon frightens another demon? What sort of demon would shrink at the sight of a black, ravenous gaze? what sort of demon would only realize the warning after they had been torn from their body? a demon hunting demons? Absolutely fine. A demon EATING demons? Absolutely vile.

despite all this, howl is quite unsure as to what he has become. The only thing he is concerned with is his freedom and if following orders will continue to give him the freedom he desires, he will devour everything in his path including animals and humans though they are not as tasty.

If things begin to get interesting, he calls upon a large sword simply known as The Maw or the Devouring Sword, a extremely voracious sword which cannot only suck down a variety of souls but also eat the physical form as well as anything else it coming into contact with. it is a dangerous sword without a doubt.

[immunedoesntmeanliving]

Controlled By WICKED

                                                        Luna glanced up, tilting her head                                                         to the slide slightly and shaking                                                         it before the forced words wove                                                         their way out of her mouth, "Do                                                         you honestly think you can win?"

[bootsnblossoms]

Sunday Six

It was the smell of lavender, not the smell of death, that drew Greg into the Whole Foods store at Piccadilly Circus during his daily walkabout. London in June wasn’t exactly sweet-smelling and, unlike most of the local population, Greg wasn’t able to get used to it or block it out. The tides of curry, diesel exhaust, women’s perfume, cigarettes, industrial pollution, and so much more hit him in continual waves of information that hovered just on the edge of his awareness.

Like a bright bolt of purple, the scent of lavender cut such a stark line through it all that Greg didn’t bother to resist following. Visions of his grandmother’s house in the Cotswolds flashed through his mind as he stepped through the doorway, scanning the colorful fruit pyramids and glass cases of decadent confections to pursue the scent’s origin. He was halfway to the wall of fresh floral bouquets when something else interrupted his trail — a dark, dangerous smell that cut through the purple line like a scythe. Death.